In his Own Words: Bobby Jindal Describes Participating in Exorcism


On Wednesday, Bobby Jindal became the first Indian-American to be a serious candidate for president.

The Louisiana Republican governor’s bid also adds another little-known first: He’s the first presidential candidate (that we know of) to participate in an apparent exorcism.

Here’s the story.

Jindal, the son of Indian immigrants, grew up Hindu but converted to Christianity as a teenager. He would read the Bible by flashlight in a closet so as not to upset his parents, and he got baptized as a Catholic while attending Brown University. As Annie Gowen and Tyler Bridges write in the Washington Post, Jindal has made Christianity a central part of his life ever since.

Back in 1994, the now 44-year-old had just finished studying at Oxford University as a Rhodes Scholar. He moved to Washington to work at the major consulting firm McKinsey, when he wrote a piece in his alma mater’s publication, the New Oxford Review, titled “Beating a Demon: Physical Dimensions of Spiritual Warfare.”

In it, Jindal described a woman and fellow Christian he had befriended at Brown. He kind of liked “Susan” (Jindal says he changed some names in the story) but was afraid of committing to her, so they just stayed friends. Over a period of a few weeks, Susan found out one of her close friends at home had committed suicide and that she had skin cancer.

Shortly after that, Jindal said Susan started having visions and smelling like sulfur (sulfur, Jindal noted, “supposedly accompanies the devil”).

But he didn’t piece it all together until a meeting of friends praying for Susan’s health. Susan was there to receive their prayers.

And we’ll let Jindal take it from here:

Suddenly, Susan emitted some strange guttural sounds and fell to the floor. She started thrashing about, as if in some sort of seizure. Susan’s sister must have recognized what was happening, for she ordered us to gather around and place our hands on Susan’s prostrate body.

I tentatively ap­proached the group and placed the edge of my finger­tip on her shoulder … In a voice I had never heard before or since, Su­san accused me: ‘Bobby, you cannot even love Susan.’

The students, led by Susan’s sister and Louise, a member of a charismatic church, engaged in loud and desperate prayers while holding Susan with one hand. Kneeling on the ground, my friends were chanting, ‘Satan, I command you to leave this woman.’ Others exhorted all ‘demons to leave in the name of Christ.’

Whenever I concentrated long enough to begin prayer, I felt some type of physical force distracting me. It was as if something was pushing down on my chest, making it very hard for me to breathe. Being a biology major at the time, I greeted this feeling with skepticism and rational explanations. I checked my pulse for signs of nervousness and wondered what could cause such a sensation. Shortness of breath is a common symptom that can mean very little or may signal the onslaught of a fatal stroke. Though I could find no cause for my chest pains, I was very scared of what was happening to me and Susan. I began to think that the demon would only attack me if I tried to pray or fight back; thus, I resigned myself to leav­ing it alone in an attempt to find peace for myself.

… The students dared Susan to read biblical passages. She choked on certain passages and could not finish the sentence ‘Jesus is Lord.’ Over and over, she repeated ‘Jesus is L..L..LL,’ often ending in profanities.

Just as suddenly as she went into the trance, Susan suddenly reappeared and claimed ‘Jesus is Lord.’ With an almost comical smile, Susan then looked up as if awakening from a deep sleep and asked, ‘Has something happened?’

Jindal ended the piece saying the experience solidified his belief in “the reality of spirits, angels and other related phenomena.”

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SOURCE: Amber Phillips
The Washington Post

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